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[x] Question Okina.
You focus back on Okina. “Please, tell me more.”
She taps a foot against her chair. “Do you have a problem?”
“I don’t know… anything about what I’m getting into. Who are these people? Can I trust them? What sort of service are you talking about?”
She props an arm up by the elbow and rests her head against it. “I see, you’re quite the curious person.” She leans toward Mai, whispering in her ear. Mai nods and trots away, toward Mystia.
“You want information then. Hm…” She drums her fingers, reaching into the outer folds of her skirt with her other hand. “I’ll help you out, and I’ll even give you a few extra tips for free. Like…” She pulls out a familiar pink block and flips a switch.
Your thighs clench almost before the first vibration hits. Your breath catches as your hips shake. She flips the switch again, stilling the ball.
She grins. “Why don’t you give that toy to my servants, so I’m not tempted to… play with you.”
You breathe in, thinking it over. You do need it back out, but to retrieve it, right here, would entail…
But then, any ‘playing’ she does would be worse, wouldn’t it?
Gulping, you press two fingers inside yourself. You shut your eyes as you pry the outer lips apart, right in front of Okina. Removing the hand from your ass, you stick another finger inside, between them. After a moment of shaking and prodding, a familiar vibrator falls out and into your fingers, dripping and sticky.
You pull it out and find Satono standing to your side, palm held open before you. Blushing, you drop the sticky toy in her hand.
“An average pussy, too. Strange.”
You choke at her words. Mai trots back toward you, leading Mystia by the leash.
Okina flicks a finger and Mai pulls her key back out. She approaches Mystia and pops her cuffs open. Mystia squirms, hugging herself and sliding her lips down the ball behind them as Mai slips behind her and releases the gag. Mai circles back in front and pops the ball from behind her teeth. Mystia rubs her jaw.
Satono passes the toy to Okina, who lifts it to her nose.
Mystia jumps in front of you, wobbling from her locked thighs, and grabs your hands. Her bare breasts and swollen nipples fill your eyes. “Are you okay? Do you need help? Comfort?”
You nudge her back. “I’m okay, I think.”
She droops, but she lets go and steps back.
“Here.” Satono butts in, passing your toy to Mystia. “Tide yourself over with this.”
“Wait one second!” You reach forward, only for Satono to bat your hand away and point to Okina.
Okina smiles back at you. “Don’t you have a pussy to hide?”
You bite down a screech, blushing. As you plant your hands back over your holes, Mystia sniffs the toy and pops it in her mouth, humming a curious tune. She gives you a bashful, apologetic smile.
Still lounging, Okina sets both elbows down and steeples her hands together. “I’m not thrilled with your attitude, but I like your curiosity. Let’s continue our chat once you’ve refreshed yourself a little.” Still lounging, she points off toward an orange curtain. “You’ll find a door back there which leads to an utterly divine chamber. Make sure to use the amenities it provides, then come back once you’re finished.”
You bow, stiff but deep. Then, straightening back up, you walk toward the curtain, Mystia and Koishi behind you.
“Excuse me, little girl.” Satono grabs Koishi’s upper arm. “The goddess wishes to speak with you.”
They return to Okina as you push aside the hanging silk and open the door behind it.
A wall of hot steam hits you as your feet hit wet, warm tiles. Your vision clears, revealing a wide bath set into the floor, full almost to the brim. Mystia closes the door behind you as you turn around to find a series of shelves set deep into the shimmering, golden walls.
The floor tiles run deep red, the similarly tiled ceiling a pale pink. Long, flat panels run along the ceiling, bathing the room in soft, amber light.
You turn to Mystia, her wings and ears drooping. She flashes you an embarrassed smile, patting her corset. “Mind letting me out?”
You stare back.
She rubs her neck and holds out an open palm toward you, with a silver key on top. “I’m already mostly free, you know. I promise—no, swear—I’ll go back in once we’re done. But I’m still a girl like you. I want to get clean, too.”
You fold your arms, looking her up and down. The hobble chain still hangs from her thighs and you could still put her back in those cuffs if she lets you. But you’ve also got the goddess and her servants nearby. Your spine tingles at the thought of freeing her but you can’t count on getting another chance to test her without some new youkai breathing down your cunt.
Koishi’s not the bastion you’d hoped for and you don’t know what else Okina’s offering you yet. As much as it makes you want to scream, she may still be the best protection you’ll get.
She spins, offering you her back. Still twitchy, you rub your forearms, then accept the key. You first crouch down to pop the leg cuffs open, dropping them to the floor. Then you rise back up and snap the buckles loose as she works on her front. A minute or so later, you’ve disconnected it from her collar and she’s pulled it down her legs. She sets it inside a shelf and steps into the water. She shivers.
“It’s so warm.”
She practically melts into the water as you peel Aya’s shirt off and pop the bra. Lifting it up and off, you peer around, finding no stools or buckets. You tread around the bath, finding nothing but empty shelves set into the wall and smooth tile lining the edge. Sighing, you set Aya’s clothes in a nearby shelf, opposite Mystia, about a body’s length between her and your edge of the pool.
You tap the water with your foot. It’s not scalding, but it’s close. You slide your leg in, slow and sure, giving your body time to acclimate. Pressing a hand to the tile, you slide the other leg in and ease yourself down. Burning wet heat stings your skin and seeps deep into your body as you lower yourself in. The hot water grazes up your bust as your ass hits the smooth, hard surface below.
You lean back a moment, taking your time to unwind. Then a spray of hot water hits your face, stinging you. You look forward to find Mystia leaning down, swinging back and forth, her wings puffed and stretched out. Her wings shake, flap, and shudder, then fold back in to her back as she settles down and lounges against the rim.
A hand lowers into your vision, carrying a smooth green block. “Your soap.”
You look up to find Satono staring back down on you. You accept the soap and she steps away. You rub it between your hands, set it beside you, then spread the fresh lather down your arms. Up ahead, you find Mai offering a similar block to Mystia.
“I’m not thrilled with your attitude.”
You don’t think you did anything remotely outrageous, but that sentiment bothers you. You lean back and raise a leg, lathering it up. Maybe it was just an idle, offhand comment. Maybe it was even intended just to push you toward giving more to her. You can’t help a bitter, wry chuckle at that. If that’s all it was, it worked. Satono and Mai disturb you, but even their assault wasn’t enough to dissuade you from this place, given the competition.
You lather up your other leg and stand up to work your stomach and chest. You make certain to apply copious lather under and between your breasts, as well as your crack. You send off a frantic prayer that Okina won’t care, but you’re not taking your chances.
Finally, you splash your face and lather it up, then splash it again to get the soap off. You blink the water out to find Mystia staring back, close enough to feel her breath through the fog.
You glare. She blinks, blushes, and steps back.
“I think that goddess wants us all super clean and, well…” She looks to the side, scratching her cheek. “You can’t do your back properly, right?”
Your brow furrows, but she’s right. You grunt, defeated, and sit down on the floor, swishing the water with your legs. Even naked, soaked, and exposed to the air, you feel only the barest traces of chill. “Hurry up and don’t you dare touch my ass or tits.”
She gulps and climbs out of the bath. “Yes, ma’am.”
She lifts the soap off the floor, then sets it back down. She rubs her palms together, then presses them to your shoulder blades. “It’s been a weird night, huh?”
“It’s been a long night and a longer morning.”
Her hands slide up, over your shoulders. “I’m sorry.” They slide down, grazing your sides.
Her hands slide to your hips, then back up the center of your back. “You feel nice, though. Your skin’s so smooth.”
“It’s wet and soapy.”
“I-I know that! I’m just saying it’s nice. It’s a complement.”
“Yes. The kind usually followed by… this morning.”
You sigh, wondering if your mind’s been twisted into paranoia by the past year.
“All done.” She retracts her hands and sits down beside you, swishing the water with her legs and flicking her wings.
“Say, uh… I kind of need help with my back too, so could you maybe, you know…”
“Yes, yes.” You step up and lather your hands back up. She curls her wings over her arms, exposing a strip of clear skin between the white feathers of her wings. You start there, sliding your hands down.
“Oh, I already did my wings, so you don’t need to worry about them.”
She coos as your hands slide down her back. You follow a similar pattern to her, though you keep your hands clear of her sides as you sweep around her wings and stop cold at her waist.
You step back into the water beside her. She scoots away a few steps, then slides back in much like you did. She sighs and stretches her wings out underwater.
“Wait, didn’t you just bathe a few moments ago?”
She giggles. “We can’t be too be too careful, right? Besides, well… I’d like to have a talk with you.”
You swish a finger through the water’s surface. “About what?”
“Well, you know. Us. I’m your pet now, right? What do you want me to do? And you know, if you ever get a little pent up…”
With a clack, you find a dark bottle and Mai leaning over you. “For your hair.” She says as she walks away. Mystia snatches it up, pops the top open, and squeezes out a small white dollop. She sniffs it, shrugs, and sets the bottle down, rubbing her hands together.
You take the bottle, squeeze some onto your finger, and lather up. Following her lead, you then work it into your hair, rubbing it in near the scalp, and dunk your head in the bath.
It feels good to have the sweat, spit, and juices of so many girls off your damn body. You sigh, content. You never quite decided what Mystia should be to you, other than obedient.
Mystia matches your tone. “Well, anyway. If you want me to do something, just let me know, okay?”
“This way.” Satono stands across the pool from you, before the door you came from. Groaning, you pull yourself out of the bath and turn around. You hear a splash as Mystia pulls herself out beside you.
You find the shelves where you’re sure you left Aya’s clothes, empty. And the shelves nearby. And every damn shelf on this wall, as far as you can tell. You spin around to find Mystia’s shelf and its neighbors similarly bare. Mai steps out of the door, carrying a pair of green, fuzzy towels. You groan again and step back into bath, wade through it, then climb back out in front of them, Mystia following close behind.
Mai hands a towel to Satono starts rubbing hers over Mystia’s face. Then a towel hits your own.
Satono rubs your face and hair dry, then moves to your breasts, holding one at a time as she dries them.
“Hey! I can do this myself.”
Satono ignores you, rubbing your stomach. “This is our duty. Let us handle it.” She swings around and dries your back.
“Please? Could you please let me do this myself?”
“No.” Satono swings back in front to rub the towel against your pussy, then across your ass, dipping between the cheeks. Then down your legs and over your feet. She hands the towels to Mai, who places them in a shelf as she pulls out a shiny black box.
Popping the box open, she pulls out a pair of lacy purple undergarments and hands them to you.
You accept, finding a pair of elaborate, lacy panties with a matching bra.
You waste no time dragging the panties up your legs, soon finding them a pleasant fit… and not actually panties. They amount to little more than two sheer triangles running from your ass-cheeks in the back to the edge of your hips in the front, framing your genitals more than hiding them.
“Excuse me, but what the hell is this?”
Satono tuts. “You’ll need to trust our mistress. Now finish dressing.”
Swallowing, you spread the bra out before you, only to find similar holes in it. It’s elegant, really. Beautifully sewn lace that just so happens to frame your nipples. Still, you flip it around, then pull it down your arms and over your chest. Snapping it in the back, you find it an excellent fit as well. That just happens to reveal vast swathes of your areola. Looking back up, you find Mystia now dressed as well.
In similarly sparse, red undergarments. Idly, you wonder how they connect at the back, given her wings.
Satono clears her throat, holding a bunched up, purple dress. “Lift your arms.”
Hesitant, you obey, raising your arms straight up. She slides the dress over and down them, until the straps hit your shoulders.
She lets it descend further, then steps back. You find yourself in a sleeveless dress that descends almost to your ankles. With a slit on one side reaching your upper thighs. She presents you with a pair of matching gloves, which you accept and slide down your arms, finding them thin and light, but reaching halfway from your elbow to your shoulder.
She ties off a set of thin laces at the end of each glove, then offers a pair of violet sandals with shallow heels. Sighing, you let her fit you into each one. Finally, she ties off a few laces on your back, tightening the dress around your stomach and emphasizing your bust.
Even your soft, barely-there nipples poke out underneath it. You look to Mystia, finding her still her underwear. If you can even call it that.
They look you both over, then bump their fists together.
Satono gestures toward the door. “This way, ladies.”
You give Mystia a tired, defeated smile, then follow them through the door. You find yourself passing through the dark, pinkish curtain and back before a smiling, lounging goddess.
“So, did you appreciate my gift?”
Your face twitches. “I—”
“It’s wonderful! Thank you so much, goddess.”
She nods. You breathe out a sigh of relief. You barely even care about Mystia’s likely ulterior motives.
“Good, good.” Okina flicks her fingers, bringing the doors back. She sweeps a hand toward the red one. “This one leads to a powerful shrine maiden. The site crawls with all sorts of youkai, but all your problems may just go away if she so chooses.” She sweeps the other hand toward the green one. “This one leads to an elite swordswoman. She’s fast and sharp, but a bit naïve. Her mistress is a bit dangerous, but I think you’ll do fine.”
She closes her eyes and swishes her finger through the air in lazy circles. “My servants’ offer is still on the table, if you prefer her. You’re also free to refuse to serve me, though…” Her eyes crack open, narrow and sharp. “I can’t say what will happen to you if you do.”
She crosses her legs, expression easing. “Your service will entail a single task of my choosing, at the time of my choosing, with express permission to punish you as I see fit, should you fail or refuse. I won’t request sexual gratification or prostitution, but I expect a willingness to perform such acts if needed. Finally, as a bonus, I’ve decided I’ll help you with your randy bird. Tell me what you want from her and I’ll see to it that she’s decorated accordingly.”
You take the…
[ ] Shrine maiden of the red door.
[ ] Swordswoman of the green door.
[ ] Koishi, the first offer.
[ ] None yet. You try to bargain the service down.
[ ] None. You refuse to serve.
[ ] Write-in.
You want Mystia to be your…
[ ] Champion.
[ ] Pet.
[ ] Slave.
[ ] Gimp.
[ ] Write-in.
Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2018/12/30(Sun)20:00